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When I go and visit my Nana and Papa in Glasgow, on the Friday I arrive, we all go to Alan’s Chipper. It’s a tradition. Before I see the building I smell that batter smell, it may sound rank but this certain batter smells fresh and crisp. We always get the same table every time. Apparently the place hasn’t changed at all. My Uncle Robert always orders the same pizza, I’m not sure what it’s called but I call it Robert’s Favourite. I order a standard haddock and I make a chip butty.

A good roast should be cooked to perfection and served still hot, but never so hot that it burns your mouth. It should be served with a good thick gravy and crispy potatoes and roasted parsnips with crisp yorkies. There should be carrots and peas. For dessert there should crumble or cake with proper Devon custard, still steaming, from the pan.

Everyone should be there, all the family talking and laughing together. A meal that brings the family together. That’s what a good roast should do.

My grandad is a living legend. He is actually the best person that god ever created. I stay at his house all the time and he always makes me my favourite food for breakfast. Bacon butties. But not just any bacon butties, oh no. The bacon must be cooked to absolute perfection with just the right amount of crispiness and served between two slices of lightly toasted circular white milk bread topped with an incredibly thin layer of completely melted butter. I will NEVER EVER get bored of bacon butties as long as I live.

It was Grandma’s birthday. We were going for afternoon tea. I was absolutely staving as Mum had not let us have breakfast. I had complained all morning about how hungry I was but Mum was having none of it. She just kept saying that if we waited, the afternoon tea would taste better.

It was a week after we decided to get a dog and looked at the puppies (my family and I were sitting in a coffee shop called Heiner), when my parents broke out the news. We were going to Scotland for a year! My dad was a surgeon and he got a one-year job in a new country. At first, it was horrible news for my sister and me – my brother liked the idea of going away for a year – because we did not want to leave our friends behind. Soon, we had found a way of keeping in touch with them.